I was in the garage putting the window-cleaning supplies away. The outdoor project was over and I had spent the day washing windows and scrubbing down the siding to remove the stone dust that had settled over everything.
Inside the house, the aroooooo alarm went off. I immediately dropped what I was doing and hurried to find out what was up. Ray doesn't aroooooo for nothing; at least not while he's inside.
Ray was on the couch in the family room, his back legs on the cushion, his front legs draped over the back, his ears deployed in ultra-Dumbo mode. He was facing the window but 'looking' down behind the couch. Thinking maybe we had a snake in the house, I cautiously approached to see what kind of creature had caught his attention.
It was a fly.
I looked at the window. There were tongue and nose prints all along the bottom of the nine-foot-wide picture window. I looked at the sliding glass door in the living room. The bottom third had a similar track of spit and snot. I checked the glass front door. Ditto. Obviously a very elusive prey, this house fly.
I tapped the window next to the fly and watched as Ray easily dispatched it, now that he had a spotter to tell him its exact whereabouts.
I sighed and went to retrieve my window-cleaning supplies.